Changing Room Fellatio (2)
“Urp! Uuurrp!”
Chloe resisted, startled by the sudden yank on her head.
She glared up at me, her face a cocktail of shock, bewilderment, and plain irritation.
“I-theid the one doing itth well, you fathtard!”
She snarled the words out through mangled pronunciation, vicious as a wet cat.
It was the exact expression I saw from her every day, but catching it while her mouth was stuffed full made the whole thing feel fresh and new.
“I know. You're doing a perfectly fine job.”
Technically speaking, she was passable—nothing more, nothing less.
For a first attempt, that earned a passing grade.
But there was one crucial detail she'd failed to account for.
“When it gets to the end, you finish by milking me dry. All of it.”
Shove!
“UuuGGHk!!!”
Chloe had no idea how a blowjob was supposed to end, so I offered her a hands-on demonstration of the next step.
I drove my cock all the way to the back of her throat in one violent thrust.
“Ggurk—khh—CAHK!”
The sheer size of the thing plugging her throat left Chloe gasping for air, sputtering garbled protests.
She spat out slurred complaints over and over, glaring up at me with defiant eyes.
Night and day compared to Marin, who—complaints or no complaints—had obeyed me to the very end.
This was her own brand of personality, a thoroughly human reaction.
Looked at another way, her flailing was just an extreme way of saying stop.
“Try sucking a little harder, sweetheart.”
But why would I?
Pinning down a rebellious woman and using her mouth however I pleased—there wasn't a chance in hell I was giving up a treat like that.
Far from putting the brakes on me, her reaction only fanned a sadistic streak I hadn't even known was smoldering inside me.
Squelch-squelch!
Slrp. Slrp.
“Uggguh-guhk!”
It sounded just like a cock being dragged in and out of a pussy.
The more she moaned in distress, the tighter her throat clenched around me, gripping my cock like a vise.
Every now and then her teeth grazed me with a stinging bite, but the mana I'd layered over myself beforehand kept any real damage from landing.
“I'm about to come, so be a good girl and swallow every drop.”
“Uu-aauuk!”
She flailed her hands in the air and thrashed around—looked like a clear don't to me. The answer, of course, was to ignore it.
Disregarding her wishes entirely, I finally let loose the lust I'd been holding back, dumping it straight into her depths.
Spurt!
White fluid erupted from between Chloe's lips and the cock stuffed to bursting in her mouth.
Even with it painted deep into her throat, the sheer volume overflowed, dripping down in fat globs onto the changing room floor.
“Hooooh.”
I pulled out one satisfying step at a time.
As post-nut clarity rolled in and my head cooled, I remembered the others were waiting, so I decided to wrap things up here.
I tried to slide my cock out of her mouth, and then—
“Uuuuh!”
“Uh, Chloe?”
We're done here, so could you let go? Why are you still latched onto my—
Crrrunch.
“Ughk! Are you insane—hold on—!”
“UuAAAAH!”
A pressure clamped down on me that made everything from moments ago feel like a gentle handshake.
I looked down, and there was Chloe, face twisted in fury, her jaw clenched with everything she had.
Her mouth was brimming with a murky, ominous black mana—as if she'd distilled her every feeling in this moment into it—and one look told me she meant business.
This girl. She wouldn't. Surely.
“Let go right now, damn it! What the hell are you doing?!”
“Uuuuumph!”
“Words! Use your words—let's talk about this—!”
“Uuahp!”
Pop. Snap.
“AAAGH!”
Something made a tearing sound.
It felt like I'd just lost something absolutely vital.
So this is what it's like to have nothing down there. So this is what it feels like to live as a woman.
Consider it an indirect field trip.
Truly, it was the moment to appreciate the old proverb: a cornered rat will bite the cat.
...
There was quite the commotion for a while, but somehow we made it through without any lasting casualties.
After Chloe's service was concluded, we each picked out the swimsuits we wanted and brought them up to the register.
“I'll take this one.”
Chloe had gone for the safe, classic choice—a one-piece of the kind women everywhere favored.
Black, matching her signature trade color, and cut in a style that would no doubt flatter her athletic figure all the more.
It was modest—barely any skin on display—and after the eye candy feast I'd just enjoyed with the slingshots, part of me mourned the loss. Still.
“I liked what you were wearing earlier, honestly.”
“What was that? Want me to bite down again?”
“That won't be necessary.”
Marin, meanwhile, had apparently fallen in love at first sight with the frilly one she'd picked up at the start—she didn't so much as glance at anything else.
“Buying this.”
“You sure? We can look around more if you want.”
“No. This one.”
It suited her, and she even made the rare effort of explaining that she wanted to show me how it looked on her—there was no reason in the world to refuse.
She offered to model it right there in the changing room, but that room was currently under active cleanup, and besides, I decided I could savor the anticipation of watching her swim through the water in it later. So the fitting was postponed.
“Eva, try this one on! It's going to look incredible on you, trust me.”
“I-I'm fine, really. Please stop—”
“Ah-ah, no refusals allowed! If you don't, I know exactly what'll happen—you'll march into that water in dolphin pants and a black t-shirt.”
“S-Sis, I'm begging you, just leave me alooone—!”
And so Eva was run ragged by Kaya and strong-armed into picking out a swimsuit.
She'd shown zero interest in fashion to begin with and wanted to just make do with whatever clothes she had at home, which left Kaya horror-struck and the two of them going back and forth for ages.
“Eva, just wear what your sister picked for you.”
“Mm-hm. That one looks good.”
“Ah—even you, Solis?! Even you, Chloe!”
We unanimously voted to defer entirely to Kaya's judgment.
Eva's eyes reddened with a profound sense of betrayal. We did our best to ignore her.
There was, quite literally, no style of swimsuit in existence that wasn't stocked in that department store—built by scouring fashion designers from every corner of the globe and pouring the Amethyst family's resources down the drain by the barrel.
And from that ocean of options, the one garment Eva had her heart set on was a burkini.
The signature swimsuit of Muslim women—modesty ratings off the charts, its defining feature being that it swaddled you from head to toe.
That, at a water park?
Just imagining it was dizzying.
“Eva, your sense of taste is the worst. That's so considerate of Solis. Respect.”
“M-Marin, what's wrong with Solis's opinion?!”
“Why would you hate it, though!”
Kaya snapped back at Marin's needle, spluttering.
Anyway, we browsed around a while longer hunting for anything else worth buying, and it turned out to be a thoroughly satisfying shopping trip.
The cast of the novel in swimwear, huh? I'm genuinely looking forward to this.
It had been a long time since I'd caught myself eagerly awaiting tomorrow, so I said a silent prayer for time to move a little faster.
...
After the raucous shopping trip came a night when darkness swallowed the sky.
The guests—including Solis himself—were put up in the guest villa, but Eva, as the lady of this estate, stayed in the mansion where she'd grown up with her family.
Scritch.
“Mm.”
Eva sliced the food laid out on the table into paper-thin pieces.
Beautifully seared meat and vegetables, cooked to appetizing perfection—appetizing enough to make anyone want to shovel a bite in their mouth that instant. But her hand wouldn't move.
She only kept cutting the food into smaller and smaller bits.
“Eva.”
“Y-yes! Yes, Mother!”
“Is the food not to your liking?”
“N-no, of course not! It's delicious, truly.”
“Good to hear. Eat up, then.”
Petra gazed at Eva with a warm, affectionate smile—the picture of a mother made happy by nothing more than the sight of her precious daughter's face.
Eva had known her for a very long time, long enough to know without a doubt that this smile was genuine, unadorned, real.
Which made the dinner table all the more unbearable.
It felt like the moment she swallowed even the tiniest morsel, it would catch in her throat and never come back down.
“Kaya, how was the shopping?”
“We spent the afternoon at the department store the Amethyst family owns, just as you instructed, Mother.”
“Well done. And what about the matter I asked you to look into?”
“If you mean the relationship between Solis and Chloe—”
Kaya twirled her knife lazily between her fingers, then speared the meat sitting on her plate.
Squelch.
A trickle of pale blood welled out alongside rich, dark juices.
She let out a mocking little laugh, like a spectator who'd just watched a clown's trick fall flat.
“One look and I could tell it was all an act.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. The whole thing reeked of a man going through the motions. His effort almost deserves a round of applause, though—who knew he'd put on a show like that in the changing room? Fufu.”
“Uuuuuh.”
Listening to her family trade chatter, Eva felt like she was sitting on a bed of nails.
It would have been infinitely preferable to the old nagging: stop hiding in your room before the academy starts, go outside, make some friends.
“Kaya, what's your read on that man?”
“A cold presence with zero interest in anyone but himself? Honestly, if I weren't the lady's younger sister, I doubt I'd have gotten so much as a glance.”
“And how does he treat those he's close to? Can you tell me?”
“The difference is night and day, depending on the person. With Chloe he was unbearably mischievous, but with that girl Marin—his eyes went soft, and he fussed over her like he couldn't help himself.”
“He's likely dating her, then. Surprising that he hasn't been reported to Lady Palad yet.”
Eva's family already knew everything about the relationships between her, Chloe, and everyone around them—flipped open like the palm of a hand.
Her private life laid bare, piece by piece, made Eva's pupils tremble.
She prayed to any god listening for this dinner to end.
“That said, something's odd. By my information, word's spread around the academy that the man is dating Lady Yupi.”
“What kind of man would be satisfied with only one woman? If he has the ability, he can keep as many at his side as he pleases. That's simply the way of things.”
“Fair point. And he's enormously well-equipped too—I could see him making a lot of women cry.”
AAAAAH.
Is this actually happening?
Family or not, these were people she knew. A classmate, for heaven's sake.
Were they seriously allowed to spew sexual harassment this casual, like it was table conversation?
Eva genuinely, earnestly wrestled with the question of whether this was normal and she was the abnormal one.
She prayed for anyone—absolutely anyone—to come rescue her from this situation.
“Eva, you heard all that. There's an opening for you too.”
“U-um, Mother—”
“You must secure him at all costs. If it comes to it, take a page from my book and grab him by force if you have to. Only then can you survive in this world without being trampled.”
“…”
“Do you understand what your mother is telling you?”
“…I understand.”
But Eva knew better than anyone on this earth that there was no stopping Petra—no stopping her mother—so, out of options, she nodded along in dutiful agreement.